Boobs dabate hue mein use lgatar uske chehre par, ear par, eyes par, aur neck par kiss kar raha tha. Woh moan kar rahi thi aur bar bar apni lower body...upar ko utha rahi thi. Maine ab one by one uske boobs chusne shuru kar diye.Usne meri shirt utar di aur mujhse jor se chipak gayi. Kya feel thi jab meri skin aur uski soft skin mili. Maza aa gaya. Ab maine aise lete lete hi uski panty niche kar di aur apna lower undy ke sath hi utar diya. Ab do pure nange badan ek dusre se aise chipke the ki bas. I was doing pretty good when I heard that there were better prizes on an upper floor. I darted up the stairs and started for the very first class room, as I knocked at the covered door it open, the room was in total darkness. I called out 'trick or treat', a huge hand clamped across my face and pulled me into the room, the door slammed shut. I was held against the wall as I heard other students knock at the door and try the knob. I tried to struggle free, my captor was very strong and taller. I took out the black skirt first and tried it on..and to my dismay, it was really tight and much shorter than expected!! The skirt which was to end just above my knees ended up at least 9 inches above my knees! My entire legs were exposed.Hailing from a conservative Sindhi family, it was a big deal wearing a skirt and shirt as formal attire for the interview, but this skirt was almost slutty! Almost like the stuff SoBo girls wear to late-night parties.A 100-thoughts were running in my mind.. She stopped justinside the door, transfixed by the sight. Before she got out a word I heldup my hand to stop her. "No. Tonight you have nothing to do, except what Itell you. First, put down your purse and kick off your shoes. Then come overhere and kiss the cook, but mind the grill." She did just that, in precisely the order I dictated. The years togetherhad developed a sort of telepathic bond between us. When she heard that directorder type domineering tone in my voice she went into the full.